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You were lucky to get this job. Good hours, better wages, a nice (and super hot) boss, what more could you ask for. You carried a huge stack of paperwork and two coffees into Bruce Wayne’s office. You sighed slightly as you thought about your boss.
It wasn’t like you thought that you had a good shot with him. He was the Bruce Wayne after all. Gotham’s own genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist. But still one could hope.
“Mr Wayne? I brought you some paperwork and a coffee to make sure you don’t pass out while doing it.” You said as you walked in.
“Y/n, we’ve talked about this. You can call me Bruce. But thanks for the coffee.” He said as he grabbed it from your hand. His fingers brushed yours and a little jolt went through you. He drank half the cup in one sip before smiling at you.
“Thanks y/n. You’re probably the only one in the entire building who ever gets my order right.” He says as he flashes a five star smile, making you a little weak in the knees.
“Sometimes, I think that’s the only reason you keep me around.” You joked. He laughed before looking at the paperwork.
“I’d pay you extra to make the papers disappear but that’s not going to happen anytime soon.”
“Unfortunately, work makes the world go round. I guess I better get back to mine.” You said as you started to leave. The tiny voice in you was yelling at you. Ask him out! It’s just you and him, you can do it. Come on, do it now before you lose the nerve!
“Mr Wayne?” You ask when you reach the door. He looks up at you and smiles.
“What?”
“Um… Have a nice day.” You say as you run out of the room. You were so embarrassed. I can’t believe I just messed up like that! I had the chance and I blew it!
Little did you know, Bruce was in his office silently groaning because he had made you freaked out.
“I don’t know what happened. Maybe I said something wrong or did something that made her nervous? I’m a superhero, why can’t I get the courage to ask her out?” He muttered to himself.
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The next week, a huge rainstorm hit Gotham. There wasn’t any flooding (yet), but it still was enough to soak someone in three seconds. You were walking to work under your umbrella, when you saw Mr. Wayne get out of his car.
The car was opposite from the building he had to enter but you were on the same side he was. You saw him shake his head about the rain and your heart skipped a beat. Here was your chance!
“Bruce! Wait!” You shouted as you speed-walked towards him. He smiled when he saw it was you and not a news reporter.
“Hello y/n. This rain is awful isn’t it.” He said. You nodded and noticed his suit, which probably cost more than your apartment.
“Do you want to share my umbrella? It might save your suit from being ruined.” You offered. He nodded and smiled gratefully.
He tried to get under the umbrella but realized that he was too tall to fit underneath. So you ended up huddling next to him as he carried the umbrella across the street.
You got to the main doors of Wayne enterprises and stared at each other. Here’s your chance! Don’t screw it up like last time.
“Well, I-” Suddenly, a car came roaring down the street and through the puddle that had collected. You both were hit by the splash and you just wanted to scream in frustration.
“You have got to be kidding me!” You both shouted at the same time. You looked at him and laughed slightly.
“Jinx, you’re buying me a coffee.” You said. He laughed at you.
“I probably will be. But first, let’s dry off.” He said and you went as red as a tomato. Neither of you mentioned it the entire day.
*******
You carried even more paperwork up to his office. “The struggles of a secretary.” You muttered to yourself as you went to knock on the door. You heard voices inside but it was already a bit too late, since you had already rapped on the door.
“Come in.“ Said two voices. You walked inside and saw Damian, Bruce’s son, sitting in front of the desk. You smiled at him and turned to your boss.
"Sorry but the others wanted you to sign a couple more forms.” You said as you set it down. You went to leave but Bruce’s hand on your elbow stopped you.
“No, stay. It’s easier this way because it only takes a minute to sign a few papers.” He said and motioned you to sit next to his son. Damian gave you a look that made you feel like a specimen on a microscope.
“So y/n, anything new and exciting happening in your life?” Bruce said as he started writing.
“N-nope. What about you?” You said and internally cringed at your stutter. Hopefully he didn’t notice.
“Not much, but I did hear that there was a fantastic new restaurant opening up soon.” He said. You nodded and looked at your lap.
You had been planning to ask him today but you couldn’t with Damian there. The poor boy didn’t need to have to sit through that awkward mess. You didn’t realize that he already was going through the awkwardness.
Damian was internally cringing at his father and you. He thought that you both would make a lovely couple, especially since you were the only one of his father’s assistants who didn’t annoy him.
“Tt. For the love of God, Father just ask her to join you when you go to eat at the new restaurant!” He said. You and Bruce looked at him in surprise.
“It’s obvious that you two are attracted to each other. Y/n’s voice is higher and she’s obviously more nervous. And Father, you’ve been talking for weeks about your assistant to Alfred. Did you honestly believe I wouldn’t notice?”
You and Bruce sheepishly looked at each other. “He does have a point. So y/n, would you like to join me for dinner one night?”
“Yes, I’d love to.” You said calmly but inside you were bouncing off the walls from happiness. You two smiled at each other.
“Tt. Finally.” Damian muttered.